During the Xiantong period of the Tang Dynasty , there was a father and son in Chang'an Jiaofang who performed illusions for a living.
Every time he performed, his 10-year-old son would lie on the ground, while his father would hold a big knife and chop him down without warning. In an instant, my son's head moved.
In the crowd, men, women, old and young were all dumbfounded, and everyone was sweating for this child.
At this time, my father would walk up to the crowd with the broken gong and shout: "If you have money, you can find a money market. The world is difficult and survival is not easy."
In the capital, people live a relatively wealthy life. My father can earn more than a dozen copper coins from begging in a circle, which is enough for a family to make a living for a few days.
After each performance, the father only needs to take a sip of wine and spray it on his son's head, and the head will automatically grow back without any trace.
Over time, the father and son became more and more famous on the street. Whenever they perform, a crowd of people will gather on the street.
On this day, the father and son repeated their old tricks. Before the performance even started, the son was beating the broken gong and circling the broken coins.
The big guys shouted: "Hey, come on, come on, wait and see!"
Amidst the cheers, the father raised the big knife with all his strength, pointed it at his son's neck, and clicked it.
Who knows, after the head was moved, no matter how loud the father was, the son was speechless. The head seemed to have lost its energy and could not return to the neck.
The father was a little anxious. During previous performances, his son would stand up and take the curtain call after three to five minutes. What happened today?
After thinking for a moment, the father clasped his fists and bowed to the crowd: "Everyone, please forgive me if we have done anything offensive. Street juggling is to support the family. Please be kind and let us go!"
After hearing this, everyone looked at each other in shock. Everyone didn't know who this man was begging for mercy from, let alone whether the child's head could grow back.
begged for mercy several times, but no one answered me at all. The father's expression suddenly became a little panicked. He knelt down on the ground, shook his son's body, and kept mumbling, but the child still didn't move.
At this time, the official who came after hearing the news was about to put the iron chain on his father. "Let's go, this is causing trouble. Go to the county government office and talk!"
The father quickly broke away and shouted: "Official, this is my biological son. If I are taken away like this, my son will really die!"
When the official heard this, he cursed angrily: "Hey, isn't your son dead? Why don't we play with you here?"
The father didn't say anything and left with the official. The crowd on the side also helped to plead: "Official, let him use his strength again, just in case the child can be saved! They two are so magical."
While he was talking, his father took out a melon seed from his pocket. He cut open his arm with a knife and stuffed the melon seed along the wound. The big guy gritted his teeth and grinned, and couldn't bear to close his eyes. The crowd was whispering, "Hey, what is he going to do?"
After a while, my father's arm began to sprout slowly. After a while, a melon vine grew out of the small green bud, and a small melon with yellow flowers on its head actually grew.
The father looked at the little melon on his arm and began to mutter: "Master, raise your hand. As long as my son is spared his life, we promise not to set foot in the capital again, otherwise we will move my head."
The big guy hurriedly looked at the child paralyzed on the ground. He was still silent and had no intention of resurrecting.
The father sighed: "In that case, don't blame me for being cruel, you forced me."
After saying that, the father slashed at the vines of the melon, and the melon fell to the ground with a snap. At that moment, the son on the ground let out a loud cry and stood up.
The head landed on the neck without any bias. The son hurried over and called daddy.
The big guy was stunned by the scene in front of him. Before the word "applause" came out of his mouth, he heard a tragic cry from the crowd. A man dressed as a monk fell to the ground and moved his head.
Before the father could say anything more, he put his son into the bamboo basket behind his back, climbed into the sky and disappeared in mid-air.
Everyone was completely shocked. Looking at the monk in front of them, he vomited two mouthfuls of blood, kicked his legs, and lost his breath.
It turned out that the melon on the father's arm was the monk's head.
The monk relied on his talent and could not bear to see the father and son's illusion skills being praised by everyone, so he hid in the crowd and waited for opportunities to cause trouble. The father saw through the monk's tactics and tried to settle the matter several times, but the monk ignored him.
Finally, the monk’s head moved and the father and son disappeared!
This story tells us that we must not be jealous of other people's achievements, let alone try to interfere with them.
The best among the best has its own master. If you are not careful, you will shoot yourself in the foot!
